She stared up at Jack Gaines. Caroline had no doubt that the thirty-four-year-old owner of Gaines Communication Systems was used to getting exactly what he wanted. Most men that handsome, wealthy and successful were. But the implacable Texan had targeted the wrong person to put a halt to the nuptials of his equally wealthy and successful mother.

Aside from the fact what he was asking her to do was just plain wrong, the Gaines–Ambrose nuptials could make or break her. If she failed to deliver the most talked about wedding of the year, her career as a bridal consultant would be over, almost before it began. If she succeeded, she would be the new hot wedding planner in Fort Worth. With that would come long-lasting financial security and the realization of all her dreams. She'd be able to buy a home, adopt a child, get a dog, continue to expand her business and save for the future.

Caroline flashed Jack Gaines a droll smile. She wanted him to know with whom he was dealing. "Obviously there's been a miscommunication." She paused to let her words sink in. "I'm a wedding planner. Not a spoilsport for hire."

And that was a shame, Caroline thought. Because although she wasn't looking to get involved with anyone just now—or maybe ever—she was still a woman who appreciated beauty in all forms, and Jack Gaines was a man who was very easy on the eyes.

Every inch of him, from the top of his clipped dark brown hair and chiseled masculin